Witnesses? You must be confident. [ He's mostly teasing the poor lad. He knows Bricks wouldn't bet against him. ] I'll be there anon.
[ He will show up in the mess as promised, stop to pat a couple of people on the arm and check in with them before he slides into the seat across from Bricks. Despite all the veiled threats he looks more interested than annoyed. ]
Right, what exactly have you cooked up this time? Those photos didn't do it justice, I'm sure.
[ They have photos for the same reason they have text messaging we're not going to worry about it ok. ]
Right. Well, I'm more of a dog person but I'll take your word for it about the cat's... capabilities.
[ It's not like they're labelled in this selfie so Cid is left to figure out if the very elderly gentleman, the frog man, the puppet, or the little girl are the most likely to be toting around whiskey.
He's not doing well. ]
It's a deal then.
I'm think I'm doing well acting like this is a normal conversation, for one. ;) Don't worry about me - can't say I've ever feigned a happy marriage, but it won't be my first time in handcuffs. If you're keen to pull your punches, I'll make it look good. Is there aught else you've a mind to menace me with? Anything I should brace myself for?
Do you have a dog then? What's its name? I wouldn't say we own PIB, he's more of a freelancer.
[Also slight pause. What does he mean? Is this not normal?
Though admittedly, considering the story they're stuck in at the moment?]
I guess we seem a little out of place. I haven't seen any talking animals or fairies since we got here. Is this country your home then? What should we be expecting to find?
As for me, I do have some briars still attached to me, but that's not likely to be a problem! None of them are on my arms.
Are you able to meet us at the Inn just past the gate? We'll be behind the stable.
Sure. I'd say the dog is more of a freelancer too - he's not really mine, just took to me for a while. His name's Torgal - your PIB's got nothing to worry about from him. He's off minding someone else at the moment.
[ Alright, so either this poor lass has lost her mind - which, after everything, seems bloody unlikely - or those rumors that Gav mentioned about the flashing lights and portals near the Fallen ruins were more trouble than either of them expected. ]
I'll be there anon. Tell you what - I'll answer your questions when I get there, if you answer some of mine. Don't talk to anyone else if you can help it, alright?
[ And true to his word, Cid shows up at the stables not long after his message, leading a chocobo and everything. He starts removing the tack so the bird can settle into the pen for the night, and pitches his voice loud enough to hear while he goes about it: ] Well, your merry little band picked a good hiding place, I'll give you that. You can come out, it's safe enough.
[ Does Cid actually know where they are? Nope. But he figures just telling them to come out is as good a plan as any. ]
He'll be as thrilled as he is about anything, I'm sure.
Speaking of - have you decided if you're going to take that internship in the summer? Or are you planning to come back to the Hideaway and spend some time with your dear old dad?
Excitable as a puppy. It's hard to contain him sometimes.
[ Sorry Clive this is father daughter bonding via affectionate bullying. ]
I know, I know... Go on, spread your wings and all of that. I'd just like to see your face again every once in a while, is all. You stay away much longer and I'm keen to forget what you look like.
And anyway... I'm working on something special. I could use a hand from my dearest daughter.
oh don't give me that! you're not THAT old yet, are ya?? you've got at least a few good years of rememberin my face left in ya!! and if you don't, well, i reckon i could come up with somethin to help.
[ maybe she can invent something to help him remember. she'll put that on her to-do list. ]
wait, what do you mean somethin special? what is it??
[ Cid starts writing: I'll start with the handcuffs and we can work our way up. Stares at it. Deletes it immediately. ]
I'll think about it.
[ He'll never have to know. ]
Midadol sweetheart, I think you're over-engineering this particular problem. You're right — I couldn't forget your face if I wanted to. But it would still be nice to see it, eh? Don't get any ideas about sending me a clockwork daughter to dote on.
Let's just call this a surprise. I'll give you a hint:
I can be hot or cold. I can run and be still. I can be hard and soft. What am I?
that's not a bad idea, but it's too obvious. i'd go further than that.
[ how far? only mid knows. ]
all right, all right, you'll get to see it. sooner rather than later, since classes'll be up soon. then i'll have a little time before the internship, yeah?
and i'll have plenty of time to wonder what it is you're doin with water on the way there. [ yeah she figured it out, easy. ] a filtration device, maybe?
[ it's the most obvious thing they'd need, after all. ]
i'll have a prototype whipped up just for you! you better be ready for it!
you could stand to have a fraction of my brain, sure. maybe if you came out here to kanver you wouldn't have to miss my face so much. [ imagine being students! together! ] buuuut that might cause a little more excitement than anyone'd be ready for.
Is that so? You'll be running the place in no time.
Clive, you'll be fine. All you have to say is you don't know where I am but you're certain I'm fine - which is true. I just need to drop something off, quick as you like, and then we can go and have that drink before Tarja chains me up in the infirmary.
I'll cover for you this time, but if it becomes a habit I suspect that Tarja is going to pick up on this little ruse of yours. Perhaps you should just take me along next time, and I'll see that we're steered out of any trouble you land us in.
Will you now? I'm not some doe-eyed young lad who needs to swoon into your ample bosom at the first sign of trouble, Lord Rosfield. Keep fretting like that and you'll give Tarja a run for her money.
It so happens that I've got just the mission for us. I'll tell you about it when we have that drink.
Edited (cid can spell but i can't) 2023-08-03 15:33 (UTC)
Enough talk as if you're one foot in the grave already.
[ Cid seems to veer toward it. Speaking of how he'll die, rather than how he'll live out the rest of his days. Clive knows what it's like to want nothing more than to meet one's end, but he's started to think differently about it as of late. And he feels the need to chide his mentor for falling into such a morbid way of thinking. ]
Are you not? You seem to rely on me often enough. And perhaps I want to take some of the work of fretting off our physicker's shoulders.
[ Clive can't see it, but Cid rubs his arm. He will, however, refrain from arguing the point. He's not eager to die with so much work left to be done, but the fact remains that if the curse doesn't get him, something will.
He's always lived his life with an eye toward the future, but he's never really expected that it was a future he would see. All that matters is that Midadol will see it. That Clive will see it. ]
In that case, I'll work on my swooning. I expect you to be ready with open arms.
[ He can only do this because it's not a face-to-face conversation. He's never had too much issue with keeping up with Cid, but when it comes to something like this, it's easier over text. ]
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TFLN 28/07/23
Bricks
Is that so?
No no, it's going to be me. Where are you? I'll come and collect it in person.
[ Turn on your location he just wants to talk!! ]
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I'll meet you in um, in mess. Such that there can be witnesses and testimony to the scientific and anatomical prowess about to unfold.
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[ He will show up in the mess as promised, stop to pat a couple of people on the arm and check in with them before he slides into the seat across from Bricks. Despite all the veiled threats he looks more interested than annoyed. ]
Right, what exactly have you cooked up this time? Those photos didn't do it justice, I'm sure.
[ They have photos for the same reason they have text messaging we're not going to worry about it ok. ]
Rosamund
Right. Well, I'm more of a dog person but I'll take your word for it about the cat's... capabilities.
[ It's not like they're labelled in this selfie so Cid is left to figure out if the very elderly gentleman, the frog man, the puppet, or the little girl are the most likely to be toting around whiskey.
He's not doing well. ]
It's a deal then.
I'm think I'm doing well acting like this is a normal conversation, for one. ;) Don't worry about me - can't say I've ever feigned a happy marriage, but it won't be my first time in handcuffs. If you're keen to pull your punches, I'll make it look good. Is there aught else you've a mind to menace me with? Anything I should brace myself for?
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[Also slight pause. What does he mean? Is this not normal?
Though admittedly, considering the story they're stuck in at the moment?]
I guess we seem a little out of place. I haven't seen any talking animals or fairies since we got here. Is this country your home then? What should we be expecting to find?
As for me, I do have some briars still attached to me, but that's not likely to be a problem! None of them are on my arms.
Are you able to meet us at the Inn just past the gate? We'll be behind the stable.
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[ Alright, so either this poor lass has lost her mind - which, after everything, seems bloody unlikely - or those rumors that Gav mentioned about the flashing lights and portals near the Fallen ruins were more trouble than either of them expected. ]
I'll be there anon. Tell you what - I'll answer your questions when I get there, if you answer some of mine. Don't talk to anyone else if you can help it, alright?
[ And true to his word, Cid shows up at the stables not long after his message, leading a chocobo and everything. He starts removing the tack so the bird can settle into the pen for the night, and pitches his voice loud enough to hear while he goes about it: ] Well, your merry little band picked a good hiding place, I'll give you that. You can come out, it's safe enough.
[ Does Cid actually know where they are? Nope. But he figures just telling them to come out is as good a plan as any. ]
Perfect Daughter
He'll be as thrilled as he is about anything, I'm sure.
Speaking of - have you decided if you're going to take that internship in the summer? Or are you planning to come back to the Hideaway and spend some time with your dear old dad?
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[ clive you make it too easy to make fun of you. ]
ay what happened to sendin me out here to learn what you couldn't teach me yourself? o course i'm takin it!
[ ... a few seconds later though: ]
but i reckon i could squeeze a day or two in back home before it starts.
[ she misses him too okay. ]
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[ Sorry Clive this is father daughter bonding via affectionate bullying. ]
I know, I know... Go on, spread your wings and all of that. I'd just like to see your face again every once in a while, is all. You stay away much longer and I'm keen to forget what you look like.
And anyway... I'm working on something special. I could use a hand from my dearest daughter.
Not that Clive's input hasn't been very valuable.
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[ it's fine clive can just never read this. ]
oh don't give me that! you're not THAT old yet, are ya?? you've got at least a few good years of rememberin my face left in ya!! and if you don't, well, i reckon i could come up with somethin to help.
[ maybe she can invent something to help him remember. she'll put that on her to-do list. ]
wait, what do you mean somethin special? what is it??
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I'll think about it.
[ He'll never have to know. ]
Midadol sweetheart, I think you're over-engineering this particular problem. You're right — I couldn't forget your face if I wanted to. But it would still be nice to see it, eh? Don't get any ideas about sending me a clockwork daughter to dote on.
Let's just call this a surprise. I'll give you a hint:
I can be hot or cold. I can run and be still. I can be hard and soft. What am I?
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[ how far? only mid knows. ]
all right, all right, you'll get to see it. sooner rather than later, since classes'll be up soon. then i'll have a little time before the internship, yeah?
and i'll have plenty of time to wonder what it is you're doin with water on the way there. [ yeah she figured it out, easy. ] a filtration device, maybe?
[ it's the most obvious thing they'd need, after all. ]
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And here I thought I was getting better at these riddles. This is why I need that big brain of yours.
Send a stolas when you're on your way, alright?
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you could stand to have a fraction of my brain, sure. maybe if you came out here to kanver you wouldn't have to miss my face so much. [ imagine being students! together! ] buuuut that might cause a little more excitement than anyone'd be ready for.
[ him being... who he is, and all that. ]
will do!
Clive
And out of it, I'll remind you.
Is that so? You'll be running the place in no time.
Clive, you'll be fine. All you have to say is you don't know where I am but you're certain I'm fine - which is true. I just need to drop something off, quick as you like, and then we can go and have that drink before Tarja chains me up in the infirmary.
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I'll cover for you this time, but if it becomes a habit I suspect that Tarja is going to pick up on this little ruse of yours. Perhaps you should just take me along next time, and I'll see that we're steered out of any trouble you land us in.
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Will you now? I'm not some doe-eyed young lad who needs to swoon into your ample bosom at the first sign of trouble, Lord Rosfield. Keep fretting like that and you'll give Tarja a run for her money.
It so happens that I've got just the mission for us. I'll tell you about it when we have that drink.
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[ Cid seems to veer toward it. Speaking of how he'll die, rather than how he'll live out the rest of his days. Clive knows what it's like to want nothing more than to meet one's end, but he's started to think differently about it as of late. And he feels the need to chide his mentor for falling into such a morbid way of thinking. ]
Are you not? You seem to rely on me often enough. And perhaps I want to take some of the work of fretting off our physicker's shoulders.
[ A mission, though? Color him curious. ]
Fair enough. I'll await your return, then.
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He's always lived his life with an eye toward the future, but he's never really expected that it was a future he would see. All that matters is that Midadol will see it. That Clive will see it. ]
In that case, I'll work on my swooning. I expect you to be ready with open arms.
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[ He can only do this because it's not a face-to-face conversation. He's never had too much issue with keeping up with Cid, but when it comes to something like this, it's easier over text. ]